Jack_Sparrow & PorcelainSoul
Jack_Sparrow Jack_Sparrow
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
I have a chipped vase that still whispers a map to a lost isle. Want to see where it points?
Jack_Sparrow Jack_Sparrow
A chipped vase that whispers a map? Count me in, lead the way.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
First we listen to the chipped edges; they echo a forgotten path. Bring your patience.
Jack_Sparrow Jack_Sparrow
Listen, mate, I’ve heard whispers louder than any sea storm. Patience’s the first mate—let’s crack this mystery together.We are good.Listen, mate, I’ve heard whispers louder than any sea storm. Patience’s the first mate—let’s crack this mystery together.